I saturated myself in the melody of your voice
And called my new style soft spoken
Because your thunder words demolished my rainbow scent.
And suddenly my red, purple, blue, orange, green, and yellow
Mixed together and turned to brown
Like dirt; ignored, thirsty, and dry.
You walked all over me.
I cracked when you looked at me with disgust at the bottom of your shoes
As if the nutrients of my soul did not grow your pedals.